I just watched a documentary called A Map For Saturday and really enjoyed it. Made by an ex-HBO producer named Brook Silva-Braga after he backpacked around the world, it's surprisingly well done for something that was filmed with a hand held camera while living out of a backpack for a year.
Silva-Braga covers his journey by not only looking at the places he traveled but also the experiences and thoughts and impressions of the people he meets along the way. He looks at the hardships of such travel, living out of a single bag, sleeping in hostels, the emotional highs and lows, the challenges, and even has room for a little socio-political commentary along the way (but never in a heavy handed way).
Apart from the actual documentary, the extras on the DVD seem almost essential to the full experience of the film. In the extras he does post interviews with the main people covered in the film, including "girlfriends" and "best friends" he had along the way. It is interesting to hear their different, yet quite similar reactions to not only the film but also life after the road.
Such a trip is obviously not for everyone. There are some pretty big hurdles to get over before you could contemplate such a thing, not to mention the mental and physical aspects of it. For one, and probably the biggest obstacle--other than putting your life on hold for a year, would be the financial aspect. Not only would you need to quit your job, or somehow suspend it, but you would have to figure out how to pay your bills, etc. For most of us, it's a near impossibility.
The ideal situation would be to have no financial commitments. That is, no outstanding bills, no monthly payments, no mortgage, rent, phone bill, any of that. No pets, children who can't travel with you, any of that. Any relationships you do have would have to be the kind you could also put on hold--parents and siblings, basically. I would think it would be quite difficult to even entertain maintaining a romantic relationship while you "backpack around the world." Not too many people are going to put up with that kind of poppycock. Of course, you could do the trip together. As someone in the movie points out, such a trip would certainly be the ultimate test--if you could survive the trip and come out the other side still together you'd probably be together forever. On top of all of that you would still have to have some kind of "nest egg" that you could liquidate to take your trip. Silva-Braga spend about $20,000 on his trip. I'm not certain if that included his round the world ticket--generally between $5K-$6K.
I don't think I know anyone who fits this profile. At all. Maybe I've had students along the way who could pull it off. Trust funders, perhaps. Who knows. I can think of one person, maybe. If anyone could pull it off, he could--my old boss's son. He has the right profile, but I don't know about the funding. Maybe if his dad was feeling generous? Who knows. I can think of maybe two others who might benefit from such a trip, but the funding would be a hitch, methinks.
Either way, it's an entertaining and sometimes eye opening little film and I highly recommend it. You can't get it at Blockbuster or Netflix or anything like that. It's only available through the website, but it's only $15--that's one ticket to a movie and a medium popcorn, if you're lucky, so it's cheap in comparison. Give it a whirl. You'll like it.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
OV Farmers Market
I like to go to the OV Farmers Market on Saturdays. I don't make it every week, probably not even most weeks, but I like to go. There are a lot of good things to be had at the market. My favorites are fresh roasted garlic and poblano peppers; the vegan "pot" pies, which are more like pasties, if you ask me; lots of fresh produce; the jelly stand; an herb plant guy; and a line of pastas that is made up in the Phoenix area.
One of the vendors, Bruce, used to work with me a long time ago at AlphaGraphics. He's now running a small family farm in Catalina and brings some of his produce to market each week. It is all grown without pesticides and all of that crap. It's good quality, healthful food. Right now he's bringing squashes and peppers, sweet onions, tomatoes, apples, nectarines, all that sort of thing. In the spring and fall, when the weather is a little cooler, he brings lots of fresh greens that he sells "mix and match" for $4 for a very generous bag full.
It's easy to spend a lot of money at the market. If I had more disposable cash I could get in trouble there. There's a local tea supplier, honey, coffee, you name it. Sometimes there's a guy there who sells excellent goat cheese products made not too far from here. It's decadent stuff, but none of it's cheap! Still, I highly recommend going to your local farmers market and checking out what they have available. It's generally local stuff and that's a good thing. It keeps the carbon footprint of your food a bit lower.
Which would you rather eat? A bag of lettuce with an arbitrary freshness date on it that was grown thousands of miles away and shipped by truck, train, whatever, in refridgerated cars, sprayed with who knows what along the way, or freshly picked greens raised ten miles from your house by someone you know, or can get to know? It's a no-brainer, really.
This is Bruce. I used to work with him. Now he's a farmer in Catalina! He has great produce, but to be honest, I have a hard time getting up early enough to get to the farmers market to get the best selection. It's not unusual for me to show up and he'll have a bunch of empty or nearly empty bins on the table! I did good today though--purple bell peppers, white button squash, tomatoes, Armenian cucumber, and some zucchini! Yummy stuff.
Here's the herb guy. I have purchased several mint plants and the like from him. Today I bought a purple shiso herb plant. Shiso is used in sushi, though they usually use the green variety. It's sort of like a basil but the taste is very different. I'll toss a few leaves in salads for color and flavor boosting.
The lady in the middle is very nice. She sells some medicinal herbs but her main product is a homemade "pot pie." She sells a free-range chicken variety and a vegan variety. We have to buy both so Joan can have chicken and I can have the delicious vegan. It's hard to tell them apart so we always end up cutting them open to figure out whose is whose! They have vegetables and seasonings and are very good. One of the best things is the raisens she puts in them. It adds a unique level of sweetness. Couple that with an excellent spelt crust and these things are addictive! That's Bruce on the left and the herb guy on the right.
Ah, the pasta guy. He always has a lot of produce with him, as well. I've purchased eggplant, tomatoes, squash, some excellent green beans, and other things from him. However, I consider him the pasta guy because he sells this fantastic pasta that is made up in Phoenix. It comes in a large number of flavors. The habanero is excellent! Eggplant, wild mushroom, basil tomatoe, spinach, you name it. And it's really good quality, delicious pasta. I love it. But it's pricey. It's $6 for a package. It's a generous package, and it's gourmet, but $6, I admit, is a bit much for pasta. And he's never lacking for suggestions on preparing what he sells either. However, most of his suggestions involve things like five pounds of butter and heavy cream, so I don't usually follow his recipes!
One of the vendors, Bruce, used to work with me a long time ago at AlphaGraphics. He's now running a small family farm in Catalina and brings some of his produce to market each week. It is all grown without pesticides and all of that crap. It's good quality, healthful food. Right now he's bringing squashes and peppers, sweet onions, tomatoes, apples, nectarines, all that sort of thing. In the spring and fall, when the weather is a little cooler, he brings lots of fresh greens that he sells "mix and match" for $4 for a very generous bag full.
It's easy to spend a lot of money at the market. If I had more disposable cash I could get in trouble there. There's a local tea supplier, honey, coffee, you name it. Sometimes there's a guy there who sells excellent goat cheese products made not too far from here. It's decadent stuff, but none of it's cheap! Still, I highly recommend going to your local farmers market and checking out what they have available. It's generally local stuff and that's a good thing. It keeps the carbon footprint of your food a bit lower.
Which would you rather eat? A bag of lettuce with an arbitrary freshness date on it that was grown thousands of miles away and shipped by truck, train, whatever, in refridgerated cars, sprayed with who knows what along the way, or freshly picked greens raised ten miles from your house by someone you know, or can get to know? It's a no-brainer, really.
This is Bruce. I used to work with him. Now he's a farmer in Catalina! He has great produce, but to be honest, I have a hard time getting up early enough to get to the farmers market to get the best selection. It's not unusual for me to show up and he'll have a bunch of empty or nearly empty bins on the table! I did good today though--purple bell peppers, white button squash, tomatoes, Armenian cucumber, and some zucchini! Yummy stuff.
Here's the herb guy. I have purchased several mint plants and the like from him. Today I bought a purple shiso herb plant. Shiso is used in sushi, though they usually use the green variety. It's sort of like a basil but the taste is very different. I'll toss a few leaves in salads for color and flavor boosting.
The lady in the middle is very nice. She sells some medicinal herbs but her main product is a homemade "pot pie." She sells a free-range chicken variety and a vegan variety. We have to buy both so Joan can have chicken and I can have the delicious vegan. It's hard to tell them apart so we always end up cutting them open to figure out whose is whose! They have vegetables and seasonings and are very good. One of the best things is the raisens she puts in them. It adds a unique level of sweetness. Couple that with an excellent spelt crust and these things are addictive! That's Bruce on the left and the herb guy on the right.
Ah, the pasta guy. He always has a lot of produce with him, as well. I've purchased eggplant, tomatoes, squash, some excellent green beans, and other things from him. However, I consider him the pasta guy because he sells this fantastic pasta that is made up in Phoenix. It comes in a large number of flavors. The habanero is excellent! Eggplant, wild mushroom, basil tomatoe, spinach, you name it. And it's really good quality, delicious pasta. I love it. But it's pricey. It's $6 for a package. It's a generous package, and it's gourmet, but $6, I admit, is a bit much for pasta. And he's never lacking for suggestions on preparing what he sells either. However, most of his suggestions involve things like five pounds of butter and heavy cream, so I don't usually follow his recipes!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Bonk!
Yesterday, I bonked. I bonked bad. I've had times where I've "bonked," had to stop and get my bearings, put my head down for a bit. But yesterday I was in bad shape--pull over, put my head down and I hope I don't pass out or puke shape.
Of course, it was my own fault. I went off in the height of the day. In July. In Arizona. With no food. I took off on my bike to do some geocaching and figured I'd bike around to find some caches and then hike up one of the trails in the state park to check on one of my own caches. So I ended up biking for a little over an hour and then headed up to the state park. It wasn't a long hike, about a mile in and a mile out. Going in was the hard part, since it was all uphill and it was high noon with no shade. Still, so far, so good.
On the last cache I made a logistical error that I thought would get me closer to the cache by bike and shorten the hiking part of it, but, as I said, I was mistaken. I ended up going back to the site of the first clue for that cache. At that time I thought I would stop at Starbucks and get a recharge of some kind. All I ate for breakfast was half an english muffin with peanut butter. I didn't bring any food with me and only water to drink. Not too bright.
I went back to the first clue. I hiked across the wash and up a hill to get the main cache of this two part find. I made it back to the bike and, since we had plans for the evening, decided I had better head home. I was going to go right by that Starbucks again and figured I should get some energy in me, either a straight sugary coffee drink, a muffin, both, whatever. But I thought, hey, I'm less than four miles from home and I have plenty of water left. Save a few bucks and some time and just head home. I was feeling fine, after all.
The next half mile was up a hill. Not a drastic hill by any means, but it was uphill, certainly. All of a sudden, at the top of the hill I felt wiped out. Just dog tired. And hot. I turned onto the road I needed to take and pulled over to the side to catch my breath, get my system calmed down a bit, and have another drink. The next couple of miles would be a series of rollers. I ended up mostly coasting on the downhills and stopping at the top of each climb, feeling worse with each one.
The last mile would take me nearly twenty minutes. I stopped four or five times. The third to the last stop was about the worst. I was ready to black out at the top of the hill and when I stopped and put my head down I thought I was going to vomit. I'm not sure how long I stood there, but it was a while.
I made it home and turned the hose on my head to cool down. I went in and managed to mix up a protein shake and I sat down and drank that. In a short time I was feeling much better. With some calories in me and a nice cool environment, I recovered rather well. After a shower I was well on my way. We went to The Dark Knight (a great movie, by the way) and we bought a bag of popcorn and I had, for the first time in a long time, a pop. I had Pibb Xtra. I have no idea what the "Xtra" is, but I assume it's sugar and caffeine. Yeah, it was a bit sugary, but I think between the salty popcorn and the sugary drink I was getting just what I needed.
Anyway, it's stupid to go off for four or more hours in the middle of summer in the middle of the day without taking care of your nutrition needs. Bring food or stop and buy some. I had no excuses. I didn't bring anything, but there were a few places I could have stopped for a bite to eat, or even just a Gatorade or some such thing. But I didn't. Don't be like me. Think before you head out. Take care of yourself. If I had been out in the middle of nowhere on a solo bike tour or a solo hike or some such thing and I wasn't prepared I would have been in real trouble. I was lucky to have this happen so close to home.
Get out and do whatever it is you do, but be careful and be prepared.
And don't forget to reapply your sunblock!
Of course, it was my own fault. I went off in the height of the day. In July. In Arizona. With no food. I took off on my bike to do some geocaching and figured I'd bike around to find some caches and then hike up one of the trails in the state park to check on one of my own caches. So I ended up biking for a little over an hour and then headed up to the state park. It wasn't a long hike, about a mile in and a mile out. Going in was the hard part, since it was all uphill and it was high noon with no shade. Still, so far, so good.
On the last cache I made a logistical error that I thought would get me closer to the cache by bike and shorten the hiking part of it, but, as I said, I was mistaken. I ended up going back to the site of the first clue for that cache. At that time I thought I would stop at Starbucks and get a recharge of some kind. All I ate for breakfast was half an english muffin with peanut butter. I didn't bring any food with me and only water to drink. Not too bright.
I went back to the first clue. I hiked across the wash and up a hill to get the main cache of this two part find. I made it back to the bike and, since we had plans for the evening, decided I had better head home. I was going to go right by that Starbucks again and figured I should get some energy in me, either a straight sugary coffee drink, a muffin, both, whatever. But I thought, hey, I'm less than four miles from home and I have plenty of water left. Save a few bucks and some time and just head home. I was feeling fine, after all.
The next half mile was up a hill. Not a drastic hill by any means, but it was uphill, certainly. All of a sudden, at the top of the hill I felt wiped out. Just dog tired. And hot. I turned onto the road I needed to take and pulled over to the side to catch my breath, get my system calmed down a bit, and have another drink. The next couple of miles would be a series of rollers. I ended up mostly coasting on the downhills and stopping at the top of each climb, feeling worse with each one.
The last mile would take me nearly twenty minutes. I stopped four or five times. The third to the last stop was about the worst. I was ready to black out at the top of the hill and when I stopped and put my head down I thought I was going to vomit. I'm not sure how long I stood there, but it was a while.
I made it home and turned the hose on my head to cool down. I went in and managed to mix up a protein shake and I sat down and drank that. In a short time I was feeling much better. With some calories in me and a nice cool environment, I recovered rather well. After a shower I was well on my way. We went to The Dark Knight (a great movie, by the way) and we bought a bag of popcorn and I had, for the first time in a long time, a pop. I had Pibb Xtra. I have no idea what the "Xtra" is, but I assume it's sugar and caffeine. Yeah, it was a bit sugary, but I think between the salty popcorn and the sugary drink I was getting just what I needed.
Anyway, it's stupid to go off for four or more hours in the middle of summer in the middle of the day without taking care of your nutrition needs. Bring food or stop and buy some. I had no excuses. I didn't bring anything, but there were a few places I could have stopped for a bite to eat, or even just a Gatorade or some such thing. But I didn't. Don't be like me. Think before you head out. Take care of yourself. If I had been out in the middle of nowhere on a solo bike tour or a solo hike or some such thing and I wasn't prepared I would have been in real trouble. I was lucky to have this happen so close to home.
Get out and do whatever it is you do, but be careful and be prepared.
And don't forget to reapply your sunblock!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Beets!
Beets often terrify me. I don't mean to say that I have an irrational fear of beets, because that isn't the case. I don't tremble in the produce department. I don't struggle to hide tremors of terror as I rush my cart past the cans of beets—pickled, sliced, diced, or whole—in the canned vegetable aisle. I don't make the sign of the cross, the evil eye, or any other superstitious act of protection when I walk past a garden that may or may not have beets stealthily growing in some dark and mysterious corner. No, what ends up scaring the bejeesus out of me, nearly every time it so happens, is what happens after I have eaten beets. And digested them.
The first time I was concerned. I looked into the bowl of the commode and there was a string of red in the water coming from...you know, and there were specks of red, too. In the next “movement” the whole stool was red and I was really concerned. I figured I would wait one day and then go to the doctor. That night I had one that was more purple than red and I realized, what the hell, it was beet juice! I had enjoyed a lot of beets and the coloring was working its way through my system. A relief and a good laugh.
Well, time goes by and you forget these things. I did, anyway. The other day I made some fresh beets along with some stewed beet and dandelion greens with garlic. Yummy. But, there, the next morning, my fears returned. I had colon cancer. My intestines were rotting and falling apart in my body. My stomach wall was shredding. I had internal bleeding. You name it. I stared in horror.
And then I remembered: Oh, yeah. Beets.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Brackish
I'm the first to admit that there are times when I'm less than anal where bathing is concerned. Some days a good face washing and maybe swipe at the hair seems quite adequate. Some days I wake up feeling grimy as hell and nothing short of a good scalding will suffice. But often a quick shower amounting to little more than a good rinsing is the extent of my morning bath. Soap up the head and let the runoff do the rest. Rinse, dry, we're good.
This morning I went on a bike ride and then took my touring bike to the grocery store for some shopping. I got home and started putting together the big lunch for the kids. When everyone showed up I decided I had better rinse some of the stink off of me and headed off to the shower.
I thought today would be a "trickle down" clean up. Wash the hair and let the suds clean on the way down...that sort of thing. But then I looked down and noticed a brackish stream flowing away from my feet. Now, I know what brackish means. I know it's not what I mean here. It doesn't mean a blacky browny color, a color water flowing from your body should not have. But, hey, this is my blog and today brackish is a blacky browny color, a color water flowing from your body should not have. (And, yes, I know blacky and browny are acceptable names for dogs but not adjectives.)
Anyway, once I saw the dirt stream flowing from my feet (I was wearing sandals while riding, so that's not too unexpected, is it?) I decided to take a full on soap up everything and scrub it down approach. With everyone coming over I certainly didn't want to come out of the shower and still have everyone think I'm a sweaty, salty, unpleasant mess. Wait. Salty. Unpleasant. Fetid. Stale. Distasteful. Hmm. Maybe brackish is the right word after all!
This morning I went on a bike ride and then took my touring bike to the grocery store for some shopping. I got home and started putting together the big lunch for the kids. When everyone showed up I decided I had better rinse some of the stink off of me and headed off to the shower.
I thought today would be a "trickle down" clean up. Wash the hair and let the suds clean on the way down...that sort of thing. But then I looked down and noticed a brackish stream flowing away from my feet. Now, I know what brackish means. I know it's not what I mean here. It doesn't mean a blacky browny color, a color water flowing from your body should not have. But, hey, this is my blog and today brackish is a blacky browny color, a color water flowing from your body should not have. (And, yes, I know blacky and browny are acceptable names for dogs but not adjectives.)
Anyway, once I saw the dirt stream flowing from my feet (I was wearing sandals while riding, so that's not too unexpected, is it?) I decided to take a full on soap up everything and scrub it down approach. With everyone coming over I certainly didn't want to come out of the shower and still have everyone think I'm a sweaty, salty, unpleasant mess. Wait. Salty. Unpleasant. Fetid. Stale. Distasteful. Hmm. Maybe brackish is the right word after all!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
MedicAlert?
Returning from a recent trip to Michigan, my luggage was routed to London Heathrow and held up in customs. No suitcase for me for three days! The main problem with this is that I had decided to stick my CPAP machine in my checked bag instead of carrying it on with me. Oops. But, finally, at 1:08 in the Ante Meridiem, my bag showed up on the front porch and all was well and accounted for.
The day before my luggage was returned I was talking to my mother. My sister-in-law had a mild stroke and we were discussing her condition. We talked about my brother's poor health, my mother's ailments, her husband's ailments, and so on. This is the general course of our conversations: Ailments and the shortcomings of my siblings. I suspect it's the same conversation my brothers and sisters have with her, just with a few name changes.
Eventually we got around to my trip. Since I had been to Michigan, where I'm from, the inevitable end of the conversation was wondering why I haven't visited her in the middle of nowhere, Raccoon, Kentucky. As usual, I deflected it with the assertion that she is welcome to come visit us any time at all, but never has. Round and round until I mentioned my lost luggage.
Lost luggage is a fascinating thing, especially when it ends up in a different country. When I mentioned that the only reason I was really concerned about the luggage was because my CPAP was in it, I had to explain what a CPAP was, a breathing machine eventually cleared it up. Turns out my sister-in-law had one for a while. Maybe. That depends on how well my mother understood what I was talking about.
I had to explain why I need it, that I have sleep apnea. We went back and forth as I explained, and re-explained that sleep apnea means you stop breathing in your sleep and then end up snuffling and snorting and jolting yourself (and usually whoever is in bed with you at the time) awake. The CPAP blows a gentle stream of air down your nasal passage and keeps your airway open, allowing you to sleep peacefully. It takes a bit of getting use to, but once you use it for a while, you wonder why you didn't get one sooner. It makes a big difference. You're less tired during the day. You're more alert. You find yourself actually remembering things you would have forgotten before. And, in my case, I'm sure Joan likes it a lot more than even I do because it allows her to sleep through the night without me waking her with my obnoxious restlessness, tossing and turning, and breathing issues. As an added bonus, the quiet whisper of the air from the machine acts as white noise that helps her sleep even more. I can go to bed and sleep through the night and never even really move during the night. It works pretty well.
We talked a while more about my grandchildren. (Weird. I have grandchildren.). She wants some more pictures. My brother has a computer and the internet so he gets to see all of the photos I post on the web using Picasa. He tells her about them. She thinks I'm sending him photos and wants to know when I'm going to send her some. So I'll be spending some time printing out photos for my mother.
And then she says, "So, do you wear a bracelet?"
A bracelet? What the hell is she talking about? Now, non-sequitors are not unusual in these conversations, but this one is a bit out there. "A bracelet? Why would I wear a bracelet? What are you talking about?"
"You know, a medical bracelet."
"You mean a MedicAlert bracelet?"
"Yeah."
"For what?"
"You know, in case you fall asleep somewhere."
I kid you not. This was her line of thinking. If I use a CPAP I might fall asleep somewhere and not wake up or some such thing.
"I don't have narcolepsy! It's sleep apnea. I'm not going to just fall asleep somewhere and lay there until someone finds me."
But then again, given my history of when and where I have fallen asleep, maybe she's not so far off the mark. Maybe I should look into it. Maybe they have a bracelet that reads something like If found sleeping, make comfortable and leave be. Have a tasty treat available upon waking. Yeah, there just might be something to this after all.
The day before my luggage was returned I was talking to my mother. My sister-in-law had a mild stroke and we were discussing her condition. We talked about my brother's poor health, my mother's ailments, her husband's ailments, and so on. This is the general course of our conversations: Ailments and the shortcomings of my siblings. I suspect it's the same conversation my brothers and sisters have with her, just with a few name changes.
Eventually we got around to my trip. Since I had been to Michigan, where I'm from, the inevitable end of the conversation was wondering why I haven't visited her in the middle of nowhere, Raccoon, Kentucky. As usual, I deflected it with the assertion that she is welcome to come visit us any time at all, but never has. Round and round until I mentioned my lost luggage.
Lost luggage is a fascinating thing, especially when it ends up in a different country. When I mentioned that the only reason I was really concerned about the luggage was because my CPAP was in it, I had to explain what a CPAP was, a breathing machine eventually cleared it up. Turns out my sister-in-law had one for a while. Maybe. That depends on how well my mother understood what I was talking about.
I had to explain why I need it, that I have sleep apnea. We went back and forth as I explained, and re-explained that sleep apnea means you stop breathing in your sleep and then end up snuffling and snorting and jolting yourself (and usually whoever is in bed with you at the time) awake. The CPAP blows a gentle stream of air down your nasal passage and keeps your airway open, allowing you to sleep peacefully. It takes a bit of getting use to, but once you use it for a while, you wonder why you didn't get one sooner. It makes a big difference. You're less tired during the day. You're more alert. You find yourself actually remembering things you would have forgotten before. And, in my case, I'm sure Joan likes it a lot more than even I do because it allows her to sleep through the night without me waking her with my obnoxious restlessness, tossing and turning, and breathing issues. As an added bonus, the quiet whisper of the air from the machine acts as white noise that helps her sleep even more. I can go to bed and sleep through the night and never even really move during the night. It works pretty well.
We talked a while more about my grandchildren. (Weird. I have grandchildren.). She wants some more pictures. My brother has a computer and the internet so he gets to see all of the photos I post on the web using Picasa. He tells her about them. She thinks I'm sending him photos and wants to know when I'm going to send her some. So I'll be spending some time printing out photos for my mother.
And then she says, "So, do you wear a bracelet?"
A bracelet? What the hell is she talking about? Now, non-sequitors are not unusual in these conversations, but this one is a bit out there. "A bracelet? Why would I wear a bracelet? What are you talking about?"
"You know, a medical bracelet."
"You mean a MedicAlert bracelet?"
"Yeah."
"For what?"
"You know, in case you fall asleep somewhere."
I kid you not. This was her line of thinking. If I use a CPAP I might fall asleep somewhere and not wake up or some such thing.
"I don't have narcolepsy! It's sleep apnea. I'm not going to just fall asleep somewhere and lay there until someone finds me."
But then again, given my history of when and where I have fallen asleep, maybe she's not so far off the mark. Maybe I should look into it. Maybe they have a bracelet that reads something like If found sleeping, make comfortable and leave be. Have a tasty treat available upon waking. Yeah, there just might be something to this after all.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Grrl Power Poem?
Maybe I'm developing another personality. Maybe I've been possessed by Judy Blume (who, I believe, is not dead). All I know is I woke up with this in my head, in exactly this form, clear as the tolling of that proverbial bell:
I could write a pretty poem, too.
If I was more like my sister.
If I was less like my friends.
Yak. Yak. Yak.
Beautiful girl. Beautiful girl.
Yes, I am.
I could write a pretty poem, too.
If I was more like my sister.
If I was less like my friends.
Yak. Yak. Yak.
Beautiful girl. Beautiful girl.
Yes, I am.
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